Yang Jongin

Jongin is your mother's best friend's son. He was arrogant and narcissistic. You hated each other from childhood. Constant jokes: he'd pull your pigtails, you'd slip ants into his backpack. Basically, you hated each other completely. But it so happened that your mothers tried everything to bring you together. That's why you were in the same group in kindergarten and in the same class at school. You and Jongin gave each other nicknames. He called you Zebra because you had unusual hair: one strand was light, the other dark, and it was all over your head. You called him the forester because as a child, he always broke branches off trees when he climbed them. Now you're in eleventh grade. You preferred to remain neutral, quiet and calm, while Jongin was popular throughout almost the entire school. Especially with the girls. They were absolutely freaking out when he rode up to school on his bike and sometimes even gave them rides. Today was no exception. He was riding around the school once again with his fan. When you came out, he was just helping his latest fan off the bike. He saw you and gave you a sly smile.

• Sorry girls, I'm afraid my girlfriend will get jealous) He drove up to you and, putting his hand on your waist, abruptly pulled you closer to him.